Godhuli - The dusk

Soon it will be dark here again, the illuminating eyes of the predators hiding behind those bushes, hear the brook that makes its way cutting through the jungle lore and the birds flapping their wings harder for home is too far and it will be dark here again. The addiction of a blindfolded dream, the last supper of intoxicating poppy seeds and the smoke that carves the canvas of a mighty horses carrying the chariot of twilight. There sits the king who gallops through the jungle, the fireflies lighting their way and the sweet melancholy of flutes being played by Krishna down that far village where the dusk light flutters in the light chilled wind of winter, Here comes the darkness again. The baul singers with the hymn past the dark paddy fields, chanting-" Hari din to gelo, sondhye holo, par koro amare" ..."Oh lord! the day has come to an end with the dusk engulfing us, lead us our way"....